The chess club

"Hi, girls."

"Oh, hi, Raider," says Gralma of the chess club. She's a plump, dark-haired, nerdy-looking orc in a big woolen sweater, her face hidden behind big round glasses, and she looks pleased to see him. "Care for a game? You could use some practice after how badly I thrashed you last time."

"Not right now." Raider and Gralma have an arrangement. Every week, they play a game of chess. If she wins, she and the rest of the chess club are safe from your strippings until the next game. If she loses, she and the rest of the club have to come to school naked for a week, but it hasn't happened yet. Turns out she's really good at chess. "I have a little surprise for you."

"Oh, no, Raider. It's not a naughty surprise, is it? Remember our deal."

"It is a naughty surprise, but I think you'll like it. Behold!" Raider steps aside, revealing Macey. She stands in the doorway of the room, scowling, wearing nothing but her blue-striped underwear. Gralma's eyes go wide, and all of a sudden she bursts out laughing.

"Hey, everyone," she shouts. "Come and look at this! Macey's in her underwear!"

Macey's cheeks go red as a roomful of nerds looks up from their chessboards. There's a ripple of laughter as bespectacled eyes drink in the sight of the tomboyish blonde, on display before them in nothing but her bra and panties. She wants to run, but Raider's magic won't let her. She just has to stand there and let them look, grimacing with shame, feeling their gaze crawl over her scantily-clad figure.

"So this is the girl who keeps bullying you, right?"

"Why, Raider, I believe it is."

"I seem to recall her pulling your skirt off and hanging you from a flagpole by the back of your underpants. Does that sound right."

"I... vaguely recall that, yes."

"If you need your memory jogged, I think I have some pictures we could look at."

"No, no, that won't be necessary. I... I remember it well."

"So do I," says Raider, grinning. "Anyway, here she is. In her underwear. And she has to do whatever you say."

"Interesting," says Gralma. "Macey, bark like a dog."

"Woof woof woof."

"Cute. Stay there, and don't resist."

Macey stands in the doorway, squirming, as Gralma walks around behind her. All eyes are on her as the nerdy girl grabs the back of her panties and pulls them up as high as they'll go, stretching them into an ass-splitting wedgie and hooking them over the top of her head. She lets go, watching the panties to make sure they stay in place, and gives her bared ass-cheeks a satisfied pat.

"Leave that in place," she orders. "We're going to have some fun with you today."